Henry's ears were ringing with anger.
He needed to destroy something - he needed to. Static was already sparking at his fingertips and racing up along the length of his arms. Barely-contained heat rolled off of his skin in waves as he stormed down the sidewalk, the air around him rippling and shifting like a desert mirage.
He'd spent five fucking hours stuffed in a tin can in the sky all the way from his mother's house in California, bubbling over with boredom, frustration, and restlessness, only to be dropped off in some tiny, fuck-off city in the middle of North Dakota. His mother had been in phone call after phone call for the entire duration of the trip, running her mouth about film contracts and tabloid magazines and TV spots - generally being the same shallow, grating person she always was, of course - only to dump him off to find out that his father wasn't even home. He was off wherever the fuck making a business partnership with a smaller bank.
Of course they were both off sucking corporate dick somewhere. Never mind the fact that they hadn't told Henry where in the goddamn hell he was supposed to go to register for classes, - it wasn't like that was important, right? "Have to have good PR for the headlines, don't we?" he hissed mockingly through his teeth, itching - craving - to blast something into oblivion.
No, that was it, he was fed up with wandering around and trying to figure it out himself. With a strained cry of fury and little thought of public property damage, he hurled a crackling sphere of solar energy at a large oak tree growing along the sidewalk. It exploded into rays of harsh light upon impact, a jarring boom ripping through the surrounding neighbourhood. Splinters, leaves, and dirt when wheeling through the air in every which direction, scattering across the street, the sidewalk, and all of the nearby lawns. When the dust settled, only a charred stump remained.
What a shitty fucking day.